When I reached his door, there stood Harry, laughing to
himself, with a small quiet chuckle, perfectly inaudible at three feet
distance, the intensity of which could, however, be judged by the manner
in which it shook his whole person. Two huge horse-buckets, filled to
the brim, were set beside him; and he had cut a piece of an old
broomstick so as to fit exactly to the width of the passage, across
which he had fastened it, at about two feet from the ground, so that it
must most indubitably trip up any person, who should attempt to run
along that dark and narrow thoroughfare.
"Now, Frank," said he, "see here! I'll set this bucket here behind the
door--we'll heave the other slap into his face--there he lies, full on
the broad of his fat back, with his mouth wide open--and when he jumps
up full of fight, which he is sure to do, run you with the candle, which
blow out the moment he appears, straight down the passage. I'll stand
back here, and as he trips over that broomstick, which he is certain to
do, I'll pitch the other bucket on his back--and if he does not think
he's bewitched, I'll promise not to laugh. I owe him two or three
practical jokes, and now I've got a chance, so I'll pay him all at
once.
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